Tonight, we gather and we'll dance.

We'll dance to passion and to the rustling promise of summer.

To the sweet touch of the moon on our thirsty skins, to the laughter of our siblings

big and small, visible and hidden.

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We will sing, our feet barely touching the ground as we sway above it to

the ancient choir of nature and connection.

We will sing to those we have lost and to those we will gain, to the stories

unfinished and yet to come.

With our voices loud and echoing between the stars, we will praise what matters

and we will shatter what tries to bring us down.

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And finally, we will raise our glasses, throw our heads back and howl with

the wind before we drink to us.

To our power, to our beauty and to the future we are now beginning to write.